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The boys were freshly zooted. The conversation turned into a competition who could say the word gushers with the accent of a dear relative. Something that no one had ever done. Then it happened. At first we all thought we were hearing things. But then it happened again. We were doing it. GuiissshhhheeeeRRrrRrSsszzzzzz. So perfectly. The crisp sound of uncle Izak asking for the gushers sounded like a freshly baked melody out of heaven. Wow. We owe it all to this bud man...time like these you know...wow

Simply a phenomenal strain. I rolled up a jimmer of this with my colleagues recently and within a few minutes it seemed everyone’s jaw muscles were permanently fixated in an ear to ear smile. Boy was I flying. I peered up to the heavens only to see the clouds smiling back at me with the same grin that was plastered on my own face. The blades of grass were singing me a noble ballad as I headed back to my dorm room. When I opened to the door a buddy of mine was strumming on his guitar which served as a peaceful lullaby that soon put me to sleep thinking of nothing but the smile on my face. This strain is holy.